Continuing Saga of Andy and His Boys
James happily handed off the bartender to the uniforms. He wanted to get away from that bar as fast as possible. He also wanted to take as many showers as he could stand to get the brunette's scent off of him
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The last thing he wanted was to go back to the station and interrogate a low-level dealer, but if they didn’t do it now, they might lose him or any edge they might have. He and Jake dragged themselves back to the station and, after a trip down to vice to report a suspected working girl. He doubted she was on the job, but it’d serve her right for being so forward in public.
“Do you want to take the lead or should I,” Jake asked as they approached the interview room.
“Go for it,” James said. “If you can’t get anywhere, I’ll step in.”
Jake cracked his knuckles and grinned. “Lemme at him.”
James shook his head at his partner and sighed. The kid could be such a dork sometimes.
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"You got a bucket list, narco?"
"And you don't?"
"Can we knock off the macho posturing and get this info turned in?" Jake asked hoping he didn't have to step between them. His night had been entertaining enough.
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feeding you," Andy softly retorted as he closed the door and walked past Zayne toward the kitchen.
"Sorry, baby," Zayne murmured mildly surprised by the sass he heard in Andy's voice. "So what's for
lunch?"
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"Will you please get that, Zayne?" Andy requested.
"If it's the narco, I'm telling him to go away," Zayne muttered as he headed toward the front door.
"You will do no such thing, if you want your noodles," Andy threatened. He didn't like resorting to threats, but desperate measures and all.
"Fine," Zayne grumbled as he opened the door. "I gave at the office, narco."
"You're cute, cowboy," James retorted with a chuckle. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Yay, lunch," Zayne retorted as he stepped back to let James enter the house.
"Talk about perfect timing," James remarked.
"Oh?"
"I brought dessert."
(I'm not one for cooked cabbage either.)
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James went home and tried to lose himself in a book, but eventually gave up when he read the same page for like the tenth time.
Andy finished the cinnamon roll and wandered back to bed falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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He was getting out of his car when Zayne pulled up in his old pick up truck.
"I thought you were going to wait for my call, narco," Zayne greeted him with.
"I couldn't," James replied. "I screwed up and I have to make amends."
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“Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do now other than go inside,” Zayne grumbled.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he said.
“Are you two going to stand there all morning or are you coming inside?”
James looked at Zayne who shrugged. “I’m not going to argue with him, Rosewood.”
Zayne pushed passed James and entered Zeklos’ house. Sighing, James followed him.
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James closed the door behind himself and leaned back on it. He knew he needed to make amends, but he had no idea how to go about it.
"Come on, narco," Zayne said snagging hold of James' shirt sleeve and pulling him into the living room. "Zek doesn't bite."
"That's a comforting thought," James murmured letting Zayne push him down on the couch.
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"Wow," Zayne murmured. "I thought Zek's childhood was weird and sheltered."
"Jerk," James muttered.
"Okay, okay," Zayne said hoping to salvage the day before it went down the drain. "Me and Zek can probably teach you some basics, if you're interested."
"No assholish comments if I screw up?" James asked.
"I promise," Zayne vowed. "Zek?"
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“Now you’re making fun of me,” James said, crossing his arms. “I never would have thought you -”
“He’s not making fun of you,” Zayne said, putting a hand on James’ shoulder. “A trainer horse is a mild-mannered, sometimes older animal that’s perfect for learners. She won’t have training hooves or anything, I promise.”
James made a face. “You really can be an asshole, you know that?”
Zayne shrugged. “It’s all part of my charm.”
“Sometimes,” Andrej added, “it is his only charm.”
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"But it is the truth," Andy countered in a soft tone.
Zayne thought about for a few moments and agreed, "Yeah, you're right."
"Self-awareness is a bitch," James observed.
"Now you know why I rarely indulge in it," Zayne muttered.
"It's okay, cowboy," James said with a wry grin. "We are all works in progress."
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Andrej shook his head. “Zayne, be nice,” he said. “Jay has talents you do not, I am sure.”
“Yeah,” Zayne agreed, leering at the redhead. “But what are they exactly?”
James grinned. “You be nice to me and I might just show you.”
“Not this again,” Andrej muttered. “You two promised to behave.”
“Sorry,” Zayne said, laughing. “Besides, with my luck, his talent is being able to pat his head and rub his belly or some shit.”
“So, are we going to teach this city boy how to be a country boy or what?”
(Sorry for the delay… it’s payroll day today and therefore my life is a mess on Wednesdays.)
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"Good," Zayne answered. "Couple more minutes and everything will be done. What's Zek doing?"
"Fixing a salad and trying to find something for dessert," James replied.
"And fussing about not having enough notice so he can be the host with the mostess," Zayne said as he pulled the steaks from the grill.
"Yeah," James softly huffed.
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“Sorry,” they muttered in unison.
Andrej gave them a look before smiling at them. “It smells wonderful, is it almost ready?”
“No wonder he snapped at us,” Zayne chuckled. “I think he’s hungry, too.”
They had no idea. “I am hungry,” he said, altering his line of thought slightly. “I cannot believe that you two are not.”
“Oh, we’re hungry,” Zayne said, snapping the tongs in Andrej’s direction. “But you usually have better control than this, Zek.”
“You have no idea how good or bad my control is, Zayne,” Andrej sighed. “I am going back inside.”
They watched him leave and James laughed. “He’s right. I mean, he hasn’t smothered you in his sleep yet, so his control must be spot on.”
“Oh shut up,” Zayne laughed back, “and hand me a damn plate before these steaks burn.”
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"I'll take these inside while you shut the grill down," James suggested.
"Alright," Zayne sighed. He wanted to dive into the steaks. They smelled amazing.
"Don't worry. Andy won't let me eat more than my share," James joked.
"You better not," Zayne growled.
"Pinkie promise."
"You are weird, gingerbread."
You've no idea, James thought, but said, "It's part of my charm."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Zayne quipped as he shut the grill down.
"Jerk," James muttered and walked inside.
Zayne made certain the burners were turned off as well as the gas, and that the grill was well on its way too cooling down before he joined Andy and James inside.
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Grinning, Zayne slipped into the kitchen to wash his hands before sitting at the table. “Thanks,” he said. “The narco helped.”
“Not much,” James admitted. “You must’ve paid a lot of attention to your dad growing up.”
Zayne shrugged. “Sorta, I guess. Probably just absorbed all the things he told my mom about how to cook the perfect steak.” He looked at the guys and chuckled. “I don’t remember her caring a whole lot though.”
“Sounds about right,” James agreed.
Andrej set the salad on the table and took his seat.
“Ah, about time,” Zayne teased. “I’m starving.”
“Same,” James said, grabbing the salad.
“Then eat,” Andrej laughed. “And thank you both for cooking.”
“Our pleasure,” James said.
“Yeah,” Zayne said. “You feed me often enough that it’s about time I was able to return the favor.”
“It is not necessary,” Andrej said, taking the salad from James. “But it is appreciated.”
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